In the wing room.

The lights flickered and there was silence.

As soon as Bai Ling ran in, he said with surprise on his face: "Hey, Chanchan, why did you come down? Weren't you still in bed just now?"

Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.

The cold girl was wearing a light green dress, with her arms folded across her chest and a sword in her arms, standing motionless in front of the window.

The windows were open and the cold wind was blowing.

The girl's long hair was slightly messy and her pretty face was cold. She seemed to be looking at the falling snow outside the window and thinking deeply.

Bai Ling hurriedly went over to close the window, took her little hand and said: "Idiot, your stomach hurts, why are you still blowing cold wind? Go back to bed and lie down. Hey, why did you put on your clothes so quickly? Weren't you not wearing clothes just now?

Are you sleeping naked? I am also planning to let my uncle come in... Well, my uncle is here to see you."

Xia Chan stared at her.

Bai Ling quickly turned to look at the door and said: "Uncle, I didn't lie to you, Chanchan really likes to sleep naked. If you don't believe me, I came here to see, Chanchan hasn't even had time to put on her underwear, it's empty inside..."

"snort!"

Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head and looked at the door, with a cold expression on her pretty face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to look any further. He bowed his head at the door and said, "Miss Xia Chan, the eldest lady asked me to come and see you. If you feel uncomfortable, it's best to lie down on the bed... Well,

Drink more hot water.”

Bai Ling chuckled: "Uncle, can't you say something else?"

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Get more rest."

Bailing couldn't help but chuckled. After laughing for a while, he blinked at the girl beside him and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is not like this in front of me. He can talk now.

He always tells jokes to make me happy."

Luo Qingzhou was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, and cupped his hands and said: "Since Miss Xia Chan is fine, I will take my leave and you can have a good rest."

After saying that, he left and closed the door for them.

It’s better to go back and cultivate your soul as soon as possible.

Not long after he left, Xia Chan frowned in the room, clutching her stomach, and there was a trace of pain between her brows.

Bai Ling quickly helped her lie down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and couldn't help but said: "Stupid girl, if you keep pretending like this, you will regret it."

Xia Chan lay on the quilt and said nothing, only showing a pretty pale face, her dark eyes staring blankly at the curtain above, still holding her sword tightly in her hand.

Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hand into her quilt, gently rubbed her belly and said, "How about I call my uncle back to rub your belly?"

Xia Chan still looked up blankly and said nothing.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh: "Are the little beggars always so stubborn? When the young lady and I met you, you were worse than Dongdong and Xixi. You couldn't even beg for food or dig for food in the garbage.

Yes. Maybe it’s not that I won’t, but you would rather starve to death than be humiliated, or maybe you wanted to die at that time... I remember you were only twelve years old at that time, right?"

"So I asked you to go and see how my uncle is doing in advance. When you see the pair of little beggars, you will feel the same and feel sad, right?"

"So when you see my uncle delivering steamed buns to them every day, chatting with them, and being so handsome, that's why..."

Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly: "You are so long-winded."

Bai Ling's eyes lit up and he laughed and said, "Chanchan, you finally stopped saying a word?"

Then he frowned again and said doubtfully: "It's really strange tonight. The lady suddenly spoke, and you suddenly said three words for the first time. No, it seemed like five words... You, really, oh, oh... eh...

, seems to be still three words..."

Xia Chan ignored her and continued to look up in a daze.

Bai Ling took out his hand from the quilt, clasped his fingers and counted seriously: "One, two, three, five..."

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, you still have a better sense... I regret it... Is it too late?"

Xia Chan turned sideways and turned her back to her.

"Why……"

Bai Ling glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out his slender jade fingers, touched his lips and said, "It's really annoying. My uncle always likes the small mouths of his relatives and likes to hug their small waists. I should

How to stop him? It’s so troublesome..."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, warned Xiaodie, closed the door, and left his body.

After practicing the Thunderbolt Boxing in the room for an hour, Fang drifted out of the window.

Although it is very dangerous outside, and I almost died after going out twice in a row, but if I want to make my soul stronger, I must continue to go out and accept the test and temper of the night.

Hiding in the house all the time, I can only stay in this night wandering state forever.

Last night I heard that powerful soul mention immortality.

To be honest, he had never thought about such distant and illusory things before, but now, he has a little hope.

Maybe it's exactly what the book says.

Once the soul has been cultivated to a certain level, it can become immortal and live forever.

At that time, nature was a completely different world.

Regardless of whether he is a mortal or a cultivator, whether he is a trafficker or a high-ranking king, who does not have a dream of immortality?

Luo Qingzhou floated into the air, his whole body covered in fluorescent light, and he cautiously floated towards Yuanyang Tower.

He suddenly thought that with this mask on his face, the soul could wear a fluorescent shield that could emit warmth to protect the soul.

What if we wear it physically?

He decided to try it during the day tomorrow to see if wearing this magical mask on his physical body would have any other effects.

Have a safe journey.

When he was still a hundred meters away from the Yuanyang Tower, he stopped, not daring to approach rashly anymore, and looked towards the top of the attic.

On the eaves last night, the figure with the moon-white light all over its body was still standing there, with its clothes fluttering, as if it had never left since last night.

The red bead inlaid on the top of the attic was silent and there was nothing unusual about it.

As Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior..."

A handkerchief suddenly floated out of the moonlight halo and landed on the red bead, completely covering it inside.

Luo Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the moon-white figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, you have been here for a long time."

The moon-white figure looked quietly into the distance without replying.

Luo Qingzhou stood for a while, not knowing whether to continue talking or tell the story directly, when the moon-white figure finally spoke: "There should be more stories about last night, right? Did you miss some?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Senior, how did you know there was something ahead?"

When he talked about "Journey to the West" last night, he really simplified it a lot, just to tell the main story. He didn't think of telling it word for word. Unexpectedly, this person who heard it for the first time knew that there was something else ahead.

The Yuebai figure was silent for a while, and said in an ethereal voice: "I thought about it many times last night, and I always felt that there was something missing in the front, which should be the background."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but admire: "It is true that there is still some background that I haven't talked about. I just think the front part is a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it."

The moon-white figure turned her face slightly, as if looking at him: "Complicated?"

After a pause, he said: "Tell it again, without missing a single word."

Luo Qingzhou was startled, feeling that her tone suddenly became a little solemn, and he was confused, but he didn't think much and immediately said respectfully: "Yes."

"The poem says: Chaos is undivided, heaven and earth are chaotic, and no one can see the vastness. Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, it opened up the distinction between the clear and the turbid. It has led all living beings to look up to the benevolence, and found that all things are good. If you want to know the original power of creation, you must read Journey to the West.

The Legend of Shie..."

As soon as the poem was read out, the moon-white figure looking into the darkness in the distance suddenly moved, withdrew its gaze and held its breath while concentrating.

"The number of Gaiwen heaven and earth is that there are 129,600 years as one yuan. Divide one yuan into twelve hui, Naizi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai

The twelve branches are also..."

As soon as Luo Qingzhou finished speaking these words, the moon-white figure suddenly said: "Stop, say it again, and start over."

Luo Qingzhou gave her a strange look, didn't dare to say anything more, and continued to talk from the beginning.

An hour later.

The moon-white figure had a solemn expression, and spoke in an ethereal voice again: "Watching chess and playing chess, felling wood, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly because of my love. The sky is high and the autumn is high, I pillow the pine roots against the moon, and sleep at dawn...

...Can you start over again? Thank you for your hard work."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, and had no choice but to be patient and start talking again, secretly wondering in her heart: Does she think this story is good and wants to write it down? But with her current strength, she should be able to memorize it after just listening to it once.

Right? Could there be something else contained in these words that she couldn’t remember?

That book said that there is a secret method in the world, which can only be transmitted orally, not in writing.

Some secret techniques contain a certain mysterious power, which can only be passed down orally while pondering and practicing, and cannot be remembered in the mind...

Probably not.

It's just a fairy tale.
To be continued...